Hymn to Anchoritism

In glory of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Spirit.

I am dreaming to go to a wilderness;
I am tired to live among folk;
I feel sick of a vice.
Humans love to be ruled by the absolute mess;
They are happy to fall for this mock;
They know not its high price.

All lay deeds have no sense; all of them are so void;
My existence is vested in nought;
I so crave the high use.
Only God can present me a chance to avoid
This world’s evil, an ignorant thought;
Give me please Thy excuse.

If it be an unbearable and heavy life,
I shall need to sustain anyway;
Lord, I beg, make me strong!
A temptation shall hit me with its poisoned knife;
Whatsoever I meet I must pray;
Pain of heart, be not long!

I desire to fast, be ascetic, work hard;
I would like to pray much, do it well;
But I am very weak.
Satan’s able to set me from Jesus apart;
He hath power to place me in hell;
Run from him very quick!

March 2019